God rest ye merry pagan folk
Let nothing you dismay
Remember that the Sun returns
Upon this Solstice Day!
The growing dark is ended now
And Spring is on it’s way.

O tidings of Comfort and joy
Comfort and joy!
O tidings of Comfort and joy!

The Winter’s worst still lies ahead
Fierce tempest, snow and rain!
Beneath the blanket on the ground
The spark of life remains.
The Sun’s warm rays caress the seed.
To raise Life’s songs again!
O tidings …

Within the blessed apple lies
The Promise of the Queen
For from this pentacle shall rise
The orchards fresh and green.
The Earth shall blossom once again.
The air be sweet and clean.

Brothers and sisters join and sing, Glory to the newborn King. Gardens peaceful, forests wild Celebrate the newborn child.
Now the time of glowing starts, Joyful hands and joyful hearts, Cheer the Yule log as it burns
For once again the Sun returns. Brothers and sisters join and sing, Glory to the newborn King!